A Love Returned

Chapter 6

(Vlad's POV)

Vlad glared at Ingrid, confused that she'd burned the letter, yet her expression said it was very important.

"What was it?" He asked gently, that was the best approach.

"Nothing, they were... reminding me. To take you," she began to cry yet again.

Vlad hugged her, he knew he had to face them. And if she only had three days... he knew he had to act now.

"Ok, Im going to go there. Soon," he reassured her.

"Tell me when, I have to take you, or they'll find me."

Vlad raised his eyebrow at her, "You sound like you're expecting me to be staked!"

Ingrid blushed, "I just mean, I have to deliver you. Anything else might be suspicious," she turned her eyes away from him.

"Alright. You can take me. Go off to you room now," he got up.

Ingrid sped off, not glancing back, and soon disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Vlad could read her emotions, she was scared, slightly taken aback. He could tell, she was hiding something for sure, he was certain now.

Tonight. He would confront the council and find out what was going on.

If it came to it... he was the chosen one... a flick of his hand and every last council member would be dust.

But he'd have to do it without Ingrid, of she went she would surely get injured, if not worse. This would require help.

(Ingrid's POV)

That was close! She sat down in her chair, startled by Vlad's remark. Why would he suggest she'd want him staked? He hadn't said that exactly, but she was sure he'd been thinking it.

She prepared her strength to send a telepathic message to the council. When Vlad comes to tell her when they're leaving, she'll warn the council.

So it's quick and painless, and so they can have Will ready.

Ingrid was surprised when the count stepped through her coffin room door.

"Dad, what is it?" she asked, cooly.

He sat on a chair opposite to her, "Vlad informed me on what was happening, would you like to talk to me about it?" Her father said with a caring tone.

Ingrid shook her head, "No. I want to get it over with then forget about it."

Count Dracula nodded, "I understand. And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do..." In less than a second he pulled a mask over his mouth and sprayed garlic gas at Ingrid.

She felt a burning sting, then passed out.